A Step Too Close:

Ben and David moved swiftly, their feet tapping against the cool surface of the tiles, their presence barely a whisper beneath the immense kitchen above. The towering world of steel and ceramic loomed over them, polished surfaces reflecting a dull light from the overhead glow.

Then—she appeared.

Leila.

The pale, cold floors resonated with the soft pat of her bare feet as she walked.

As she drew closer, their faces turned white, and an icy tremor ran through the floor, sending shivers coursing through their bodies. From a distance, she was an unstoppable force, her feet gliding across the floor with an ease that was both captivating and frightening.

They fled. Though she walked at her own pace, her strides were longer and quicker than the two microns, but David found safety between the floor tiles.

David jumped in first, and Ben was after him, but he stood to look up at her.

Ben barely had time to react before the atmosphere shifted—before her shadow reached him.

The booming weight of her footsteps filled the air, vibrations rolling through the floor like distant thunder, echoing the fear within them. Ben barely processed the command—barely perceived anything at all—because all he could do was stare.

She was… breathtaking.

Leila’s figure moved with effortless grace, each step a calculated yet impossibly powerful movement, a force of nature striding forth.

The polished shine of her toenails caught the kitchen light, her deep gaze distant, lost in thought, entirely unaware of the two tiny beings who had stumbled into this moment far too grand for their existence.

A shadow swallowed them whole, stretching menacingly over their fragile shelter between the grout line.

Ben looked up—a fatal mistake.

Leila’s foot descended, the silk of her sole mere inches away—and he couldn’t help but admire the way it moved, the way it pressed effortlessly into the tile, bending the surface to its will before lifting again, as if the very world was nothing beneath her weight.

Then—David yanked his head down, a jolt of adrenaline striking him.

Ben gasped softly, realizing just how narrowly he’d escaped that potential disaster.

The air settled into an eerie silence.

They turned—and froze.

Leila’s head had turned.

A smirk played at the corner of her lips, and in that moment, darkness clung to the edges of their minds.

Had she seen them? Had she noticed?

Or was it merely instinct, just a whisper of awareness, acknowledging something lost and insignificant in the presence of something so grand?

Ben and David didn’t wait to find out.

They ran, hearts pounding like drums.

And Leila? She simply walked away—gracious in her indifference, or perhaps merciful in her unspoken warning.

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Just a personal doodle for me. Featuring my friend